The pain was like a knife stabbing at you, again and again. It fucking killed. But no instead of asking for help, she self medicated using on the highest pain killer. Which made her high, which wasn't helpful. Because this ended in her becoming more incapable to walk, talk or everything. She needed that high. It's was her only way out. But she needed help, she couldn't admission the drug without help. What could she do, leaving it meant she couldn't do her job. She had to stay in that horrid bed, incapable to do anything. She wanted to walk, she was strong. Yet she still didn't grieve for anything or anyone. Jasmine, Raf. She couldn't that's not what Jac did, never in her nature.
Ugh, the pain was like a nagging constant pain, pleading to be helped. She needed to tell him. She couldn't she wasn't weak, he saw her in her lowest. She needed to upgrade and use the superhuman powers, she had. But sure, that was running out as well. She hated it so much, what was she going to do?
She walked around to the desk, she was high. Again Fletch could tell but then, she was maybe happy. Impossible. But they weren't speaking only professionally. It killed him, but she's happy and healthy that was his job nursing her back to health, in a steady and slow way.
"Fletch do we have any patients in need of help?"
"Yeah, she in the scans which the ED ordered."
"Okay can you tell me when there done, thank you?"
"Sure." He just smiled, what the hell.
She went off, the drug side effect was very very blurred vision and dizzy spells. Oh god, the world was spinning. She felt the clipboard fall to the ground. But the pen, still gripped in her hand. That was now in her side, opening the scar tissue. That painful bitch. The pain was now unbearable and she gave up fighting and lost consciousness. Her office door was open, with her foot. Which was badly sprained, maybe broken. Her wounded side was bleeding massively. And the glass bottle of the drug was now in glass shards and sticking in her arm.
*1 HOUR LATER *
Fletch was now looking for Jac with Freida because she just told him all about her drug addiction for self medication. She was worried for her health. And now she was fully worried that she'd overdosed because she knew the pain was horrid.
"Is that her foot holding the door open? She's on the floor."
His heartbeat was now racing faster. Please not an overdose he couldn't lose her as well. That's a steak to the heart while dangling Cupid over their heads.
"Freida her scar has been opened, the pen has gone straight into it. The ink has burst in as well. The glass bottle in her arm and her right ankle is badly sprained or broken."
"We can't take her back to ED, they'll do a drug test. I can't do that to her. Talking to you about it, makes my head a good thing for a stick. Well treat her here. Get me that bed."
They get her fixed up, she was in the same position. After Freida had to do more surgery because the pen went straight into her scar and was pushed a lot further than they knew, the heart surgery happened again. She cracked some ribs, and they hurt like a bitch. Oh this was going to be fun as hell. She hated being a patient for the first time and now look.
He was now taking her pulse writing it down, when she started thrashing around. This wasn't helping he could sedated her but she'd been out for around 2 days. Which wasn't promising. Her body was slowly giving up. But they helped. Hopefully.
"Jac, you need to wake up. Please I'm begging you."
Her eyes fluttering open, she screamed in a lot of pain. She jumped straight up. Oh no!
"Hey hey sit back."
"Why are you here?"
"Because you decide to try and help yourself without asking me. So you took the wrong drug, which gave you a bad side effect. Which needed surgery, the pen opened your scar back up. So that's why your on high doses of Morphine. Your heart gave up with the drug. You cracked four ribs. Broke your ankle, your arm had a lot of glass in it. And the drug burnt your skin. So you've got physical therapy and burns to look forward to. Inside of seeking help. I was here."
"Oh great." She was looking away embarrassed as hell. She needed his help. She couldn't keep dodging the bullet every second.
"I'm sorry, I thought I could manage it."
He sat on her bed, and grabbed her hand. "And look where you are Jac. I know you hate asking for help. But you need it. This injury is worse than the bullet wound and this was your own fault. The bullet took away for grief, but then the pain kicked in. Which brought up some awful memories. So you self medicated, asking Freida first which she did. Then you couldn't stand it. Grabbed the nearest pain killer which made you high as a kite. And I know you may hate this. But I'm not leaving you anymore, so accept the damn help. It's like a carrot on a stick dangling in front of you."
" Okay, I'll let you help. I promise not to do this again but you'll get hurt. Everyone I know ever goings mad, dies or leaves me out to die."
"Firstly. I would leave you for anyone or anything. Your amazing but right now your broken. Mentally and Physically. And you need to experience that. Now Freida is your doctor as she helped you get her, and told me EVERYTHING."
He kissed her forehead.
